Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.